歌曲 | Good Christian Soldier |
歌手 | Kris Kristofferson |
专辑 | Original Album Classics |
作词 : Bare, Shaver | |
Not so long ago, in Oklahoma | |
The son of an Okie preacher, knelt to pray | |
He said Lord I wanna be a Christian soldier, just like you | |
And fight to build a new, and better day | |
Now many years and miles, from Oklahoma | |
That same young Okie boy still kneels to pray | |
But he don't pray to be no Christian soldier, anymore | |
He just prays, to make it through, another day | |
'Cause it's hard to be a Christian soldier, when you tote a gun | |
And it hurts to have to watch a grown man cry | |
But we're, playin' cards, writin' home, an' havin' lots of fun | |
Tellin' jokes and learnin' how to die | |
You know the things I've come to know, seem so confusin' | |
And it's gettin' hard to tell, what's wrong from right | |
I can't separate the winners from the losers anymore | |
And I'm thinkin' of just givin' up the fight | |
'Cause it's hard to be a Christian soldier, when you tote a gun | |
And it hurts to have to watch a grown man cry | |
But we're, playin' cards, writin' home, an' ain't we havin' fun | |
Turnin' on and learnin' how to die |
zuò cí : Bare, Shaver | |
Not so long ago, in Oklahoma | |
The son of an Okie preacher, knelt to pray | |
He said Lord I wanna be a Christian soldier, just like you | |
And fight to build a new, and better day | |
Now many years and miles, from Oklahoma | |
That same young Okie boy still kneels to pray | |
But he don' t pray to be no Christian soldier, anymore | |
He just prays, to make it through, another day | |
' Cause it' s hard to be a Christian soldier, when you tote a gun | |
And it hurts to have to watch a grown man cry | |
But we' re, playin' cards, writin' home, an' havin' lots of fun | |
Tellin' jokes and learnin' how to die | |
You know the things I' ve come to know, seem so confusin' | |
And it' s gettin' hard to tell, what' s wrong from right | |
I can' t separate the winners from the losers anymore | |
And I' m thinkin' of just givin' up the fight | |
' Cause it' s hard to be a Christian soldier, when you tote a gun | |
And it hurts to have to watch a grown man cry | |
But we' re, playin' cards, writin' home, an' ain' t we havin' fun | |
Turnin' on and learnin' how to die |